Brief sparks of fireworks.

All we do is make fireworks. Here,¬†like us, for a moment. Gone after a few flutters of lashes. Our hearts may be in it all effort thrown forth. But our hearts, our efforts are weak,¬†short-lasting. The burst of light, thunder-like boom, a moment of wonder, beauty that fizzles out, darkens, drops. Such great work, resultingContinue reading “Brief sparks of fireworks.”